A Poem to the God

CELEBRATING A TON OF TONS

39 years ago,the journey started,

For till now,it has not been halted.

He has every record in the book,

When he is playing,no one can take just one look.

For a cricket crazy nation,

Where people always fill you with expectation,

He has handled the pressure like no one has,

For he has always played for India's cause.

There have been taller,stronger and beefier men,

Who could not survive in the long run,

Life in cricket is just too long to endure,

And no one has matched his undiminishing stature.

The hopes the little man carries,

Holds the key for his opposition's miseries.

He has tormented the wizards and the magicians,

For his armory was never short of ammunitions.

For him,centuries are mere numbers,

'cos numbers don't make winners.

So many times has he raised his willow,

That no one can ever dream of in their pillow.

All of us call him 'The God',

But he has said that he is not.

All the humbleness is what he is made of,

If you are against him,just bugger off.

He does not know the meaning for controversy,

And he is void of all hypocrisy.

He is the cleanest man you can find on the pitch,

Like him or not,it is your wish.

Ever since he started his long lonely journey,

Cricket has always been his best company.

He lives,breathes and thinks of the game,

It's holy even to say his name.

ALL HAIL THE MASTER

SACHIN RAMESH TENDULKAR

- Anirudh (One among the billion)